Chapter 3
Summary: Modern AU! The Big Four...Guardians of the World. They say that they protect they protect the world from Darkness. So where were they when it took over? Without them, we were the last line of defense if they disappeared, but even we weren't enough and we were forced into hiding. But now that time is over. It's time to fight. For our hopes. For our dreams. AND FOR OUR DRAGONS!
(A/N: Rated T for death, swearing and teenagers)
(Story Begins)
RandomFlame14 walked around aimlessly for hours. He was looking for his dragon since it disappeared a month ago. So he's checking out all the places they use to hang out. Unfortunately that's alot. He was currently in a hot springs.
'Curse you, you useless reptile' he thought as he took his gear off and got into the water, 'putting through all this trouble.'
He sighed and leaned back against a nearby rock. He missed his reptilian partner in crime. They would always come here to spar and occasionally blow stuff up.
He sank into the water and closed his eyes with his eyebrows narrowed. He was worried about his friend for nothing. He was sure that wherever he is, he can handle himself. He's a dragon for peat sake! A hybrid between two deadly ones at that!
He opened his eyes and saw something small, black and blurry cross his line of sight. He sat up from the water panting slightly, his damped hair nearly covering his eyes. All it turned out to be was a black butterfly.
He groaned and laid back down into the water with tick marks appearing on his face and forehead, 'All this fighting nightmares got me so paranoid, that I can't bathe in piece without being startled by a GODDAMN BUTTERFLY!"
His eyes shot open revealing reptilian slit red eyes glowing menacingly! The next thing you know, the water explodes, shooting a pillar into the sky! And a feminine yelp was heard!
After the geyser dies down, Random rose from the water close to the edge only to meet face to face of...
(Line Break- A few minutes before RF14 rage quit)
Inside a bedroom, Timore was getting ready for bed. She had just finished her shift of spreading nightmares and is exhausted. It's easy to spread fear, but when Timore does it, she holds back to make sure she doesn't end up like her father.
She sighed and looked in the mirror. Her eyeliner was washed off and her hair was in a pony tail. She wore a black night gown with silver flower patterns on it and a sleeping mask on her head.
She placed an Advil in her mouth and drunk a cup of water. Suddenly the black butterfly she sent out sent her a telepathic message; RandomFlame14 is nowhere to be found!
She spat her water out and coughed heavily, "W-what *cough*...do you mean h-he *cough cough* gone?!"
The butterfly sent her a mental picture of a hot springs. She groaned and muttered, "Never sand a nightmare to do a human's job"
She then sunk into the shadows with a scowl on her face. It was 11:00 at night and she had to go to the Man in Moon knows where, and find a person she found interesting.
It's not stalking. It's called checking up on someone when your camera stops working.
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Any who, she steps out of the shadows and found herself in a hot springs. Though it was dark outside, it gave out a magnificent glow. The waters was glowing a clear color with steam oozing out. The crickets chirped, the birds sang and the fireflies illuminated brilliantly through the dark.
'It's so peaceful' she thought as she hummed in pleasure, 'and warm.' Suddenly more steam erupted from the water and the temperature started to rise.
'A little to warm' Timore thought as she wiped sweat off of her pale forehead. The water began to boil slightly, causing her to back away slightly, 'What is going in there'
The water than blasts into the air like a geyser! The daughter of the Nightmare King yelped and took cover behind a tree, making sure the raining hot water doesn't touch her. The geyser lasted for a few more seconds before turning back into a pool of water.
Timore looked to see that the water was once again peaceful as if nothing happened. From the water, Random slowly rises from the water standing face to face with her with a blank expression on his face.
While she looked at him with a shocked one.
In the forest.
In the dark.
With one person naked and the other half naked.
We all know where this leads to
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"PERVERT"
*SMACK*
*SPLASH*
(Line Break)
A splash of cold water awakens Randal from his slumber. He gasps and breathes heavily and tries to move. Only to find his body wrapped in multiple chains chained into the wall! He tried to light his body on fire but all of a sudden, his body felt drained. It was if his magic was being was being stolen!
"Magic Draining Chains" a voice said from the darkness. The old sorcerer looked up to see Pitch Black- literally. He had midnight black hair, stone grey skin and amber yellow eyes. All he wore was a black cloak and black dress shoes.
"They were first used to block out magic" Pitch said as he brushed his hand across one of the chains, "but now they're modified to cipher out the magic"
"Pitch Black" Randal scoffed with a fake smile, "the King of Fear, the Emperor and the Guardian's very own Napoleon"
Pitch chuckled, "And you must be RandomFlame14; The Guardian of Randomness and Flames. Your older than I thought"
"And your paler than your daughter" he said, "I mean she was 'Queen-Elsa' pale but your 'wrinkly-old-dragon-skin' pale" He smirked inwardly as he saw Pitch's eyes widened slightly, his nose flared and his smile faltered. But the Fear King regained his composure.
"Speaking of dragons, I heard that you had a hybrid of a Night Fury and a Monstrous Nightmare" he said with a smirk, emphasizing on the word 'had.' It was Randal's turn to loose his smirk as he gave a death glare.
"What have you done to him" he growls, "how did you get him on your side." Pitch chuckled before walking to one side of the cell. He pushed a button a red and Randal groaned in pain as the chains began to drain his magic!
The pain stopped and Randal panted heavily, "Why not just kill me. Like you did with the rest of my friends"
Pitch got in his face and whispered smugly, "What I did was show him the true power he had inside of him. But unfortunately, his memories of being a Guardian were erased. So before you join your freak of a lizard, your gonna tell me..."
He grabbed Randal by the neck and growled, "Where are the rest of the Guardians"
"...One your grip is week, second you've got something in your teeth" Randal said before headbutting him in mouth! Pitch let's go and held his mouthin pain and groans. Randal smirks, "It's your blood"
Pitch sneers and spits out some blood and teeth before nodding to a guard. The guard nodded and started beating Randal with his bare hands!
With an uppercut, the old Guardian was sent flying into the wall, unmoving. Pitch and the guard left the cell. As soon as the door was locked, he popped one eye open to make sure the coast was clear.
He sits up and pulls out a knife from under the chains! How he got it you ask?
-Flashback-
With an uppercut, the old Guardian was sent flying into the wall. Unbeknownst to the guard, Randal caught his feet on the handle of the blade!
As he hit the wall, he tossed the blade upwards! He then began to pushed against the chains. Not to break free, but make a big enough gap for the knife to slide through as it came back!
The knife went straight through the gap, also shaving a few strands of hair on his beard in the process! He slumped down into the floor to make sure the knife doesn't stab him anywhere.
And nobody saw a thing.
-Flashback Ends-
'The perks of being locked in a dark cell' he thought as he continued to saw at the chains. He had to get out of here. For it is only a matter of time when they go after his grandson and learn the truth about who and what he is!